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>>inepta writes a normal stroy
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>Is this auto-biographical?

So my piece was, like, 70% memoir—that was my “gimmick” this month.
That said, uh, my “story” isn’t representative of me now—this was mostly a flashback to my (unfortunate?) late-highschool/early-college headspace.
But, cross my heart, I truly did have a best friend in sophomore year English class who paid me this exact compliment:
>“Liam, you know what I like about you? You don’t complain.”
And I faultered this exact same response back at them:
>“Well, thanks, but there’s an argument that that’s not actually good thing—I mean, if nobody complained, then nothing would ever improve, right?”
Having still remembered it after all this time, yeah, it obviously meant a lot to me.
Furthermore, in college, I did actually check my phone for 4th quarter and then proceed to run all the way down to the area just outside the stadium for the sole purpose of running through the crowd in the rain…though I did not bump into any folie-à-deux counterpart yet (fingers crossed, haha).
So, more things that didn’t really happen:
>I don’t wear a cilice though I’ve always wanted to.
>I never talked about my life with any professor during office hours, nor received any revelatory/anti-vindicating books from them—I only read some of “Crowds and Power” for the first time last week, which I found on my own.
>While I have put myself in a bunch of bad positions/situations, I’ve never gone to sleep in any of the ones I alluded to—except for the library and some random lawn.
>This was actually a time in my life when I had a good group of many great friends, as well as a pretty solid significant other—I was by no means “alone.”
>I never fell during this “gauntlet-run,” never broke any fingers, and (unfortunatley for others?) I still have my tonuge.
So, like, why?
Last month, after the comp was over, Meadowlisp made a post sharing details of their own life—I guess that openness inspired this.
All I replied to Meadowlisp’s post then was a stupid joke-response, and, this whole time, I guess I felt bad that I didn’t engage with them more, or share more of myself recipricolly.
I drew from similar personal experiences for my first submission back in February, but, this time around, when it came time for writing, I feel like I fully embraced this psuedo-person who I might have been, albeit this version was a bit more deranged, lol, but I blame yodo’s inflammatory prompt.
I don’t know…I could have kept my mouth shut here about this cringey, past-self voice behind my piece, but if anyone reading it thought it successful, why not disclose?
Maybe look back and augment or snowball moments or thoughts from the your own past into your own writing—how else can you overlap yourself?

Whatever the opposite of taking a shower feels like, writing this post probably comes the closest, but still worth it.